Let His Love and Glory Flood In (Breakers Will Crash)

Breakers will crash upon the shore
And sweep away the empty bottles littered on the sand


Empty bottles once filled with

Sweet words, kind touches, soft breaths

Alluring whispers, teasing murmurs, innocence's death


(evaporates
leaves behind emptiness
like all the promises once made)



Breakers will crash upon the shore
And with its tide displace shards of glass buried deep beneath, in between


Glass shattered by the blows of the world -

All that glitters is not gold

fall upon them, bleed upon them



Breakers will crash upon the shore
And blot away words written, soak through the papers, rinsing through the papercuts


Stained papers crumpled, torn

Shame writ; sorrow, misery

The pain of rejection stapled through the pages

Bound by plastic spirals of

the endless cycle of worthlessness



Swept away by the waves of His grace
There will be no other recycling
Than the exchange of our litter for His treasure
When His Love and His Glory floods in